Fallout NewEarth Epic Madness

[Maharg67]

1.1

 

New Earth Wastelands, and Wastewaters, covered most of the NewEarth outside of the remaining domed and other areas. The DocTARDIS materialised, with a sparkling shimmer, in a lightly wrecked city avenue where mutated plants grew wildly and weirdly lush. The dull silvery cube was not quite seen by a group of radhuman scavengers, partly damaged only unlike radghoulmans or radghouls.

 

A skinny muscular old guy, very old because he had been a child on Doomsday that was 200 local years ago, picked up a smart-copper pipe and dumped it into a basket welded to the back of a junkabot, that is a robot put together from anything available.

 

He spoke in a slightly raspy voice. "Time to get going home before those damned radghouls come out. Darkness is gonna fall soon."

 

Radghouls never came out in the sunlight because of their damaged skin, pale eyes and other reasons not truly understood. Even less damaged radghoulmans only did so wearing special gear such as sunglasses and hoodrobes.

 

Beneath a crackled dome, still somehow not falling, was the sprawling city of NewWashington. A large section, of the domecity, had been made to look generally like the OldEarth city of WashingtonDC. There was still good loot to be found there, along with other resources, but also too many threats including ones worse than swarming radghouls.

 

The filthy teenage girl Saltis was slimly voluptuous muscular, being clad in typical mishmash of scavenger gear and holding a smooth bore pipepistol. Pipegun was much more common, traded cheaper, and could more likely be found in hidden caches than other kinds of ammo apart from crossbolts (crossbow bolts) or arrows.

 

Information, like that, was vital to the survival of scavengers as it was to other factions. Not that scavengers belonged to any solid, organised, faction but only to a fragmented on.

 

Saltis stood up and hefted a full backpack, well worn and cared for, onto her back. "Then we best be going to our nearest safepost (safe outpost). Rubin, Juber, Tinlegs, you ready to go?"

 

Rubin, her barely younger teenage half-brother, shrugged and stood up with his own backpack. Juber, the big packdog, panted and wagged his tail with his two panniers being firmly in place. The four legged junkbot made a clumsy attempt to talk, failed, and then went quiet.

 

Which was when the horrible howling noise of killclaws echoed through the area. A pack was coming of the smaller, deathclaw, cousins. Individually they were less dangerous than deathclaws but they moved in larger numbers.

 

It was then they noticed the big, brand new looking, armoured warmachine standing just where there had been no such thing mere seconds ago. Its large ramp-door was opened downwards, all inviting of safety, and soon they were heading into it.

Edited December 31, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

1.2

 

"This is impossible!" Saltis woke up, sat up, with a jolt and looked around at the strange chamber. It was an brand new version of the rear cabin of the AFV (armoured fighting vehicle) that they had gone into. It was clearly fully equipped-supplies with lockers, locked gunracks and other features. She was also also clean, feeling far healthier and fitter, with all of her gear being somehow rejuvenated.

 

The grey haired DocWho was busy examining the rejuvenated robot that could not fairly be called a junkbot any more. He wore an leathery type jacket, a cap, an odd pair of goggles with green coloured lens and held a short rod device in his right hand. His trousers were of a thick cloth unlike anything she had seen before and he wore black, pointy, shoes. On his left wrist was a pipboy except that the screen seemed a bit odd for one.

 

He spoke absently. "No, clearly not impossible as you are experiencing it first hand. My name is Doctor Who but you can call me DocWho."

 

The rejuvenated, more youthful looking, Tannint, was grinning mildly. "Got all my teeth back, good as new! Can chew meat jerky proper now. I am not a radhuman any more."

 

The big packdog was happily lying on his belly, with panniers removed and put to one side, while he chewed on some kind of foodbar. On noting that Saltis was awake, he wagged his large, thick, tail. He was also rejuvenated and clean.

 

Her brother, and of course he was also 'improved', was looking at a glossy, 3Dmagazine, that she noted quickly was a girliemag. She frowned more in puzzlement than annoyance. Her brother rarely seemed to notice women but was a fanatical geek.

 

"What are you reading, Rubin?"

 

He shrugged. "Some article about Predoomsday SVR (super virtual reality) capsules being on sale for the first time in large numbers. Expensive but a lot cheaper than they were when they first came out. For some dumb reason there is a naked young woman inside the SVRcapsule with all sorts of devices attached to her body. I suppose that makes the tech work more efficiently."

 

DocWho smiled. "Rubin, you really are an interesting young man!"

 

Rubin nodded. "Am handy with tools. I put Tinlegs together along with Saltis. She is good with computer network-systems and is a good hacker."

 

DocWho handed a fairly long print-out to Saltis and then another to Rubin. "Those are changes I have made to Tinlegs whose legs are certainly not made of 'tin'."

 

​The robot spoke with a clear computer generated male voice. "Affirmative, DocWho, for if they were made of tin they could not hold me up."

 

The Doctor responded. "You clearly are a genius robot, Tinlegs!"

 

Somehow the robot managed to look smugly happy with himself.

 

Saltis smiled. "We could divide up the loot in this place, nice and fairly."

 

The Doctor sighed. "Except that it belongs to me and so, by definition, is not loot."

 

Saltis frowned hard at him but then shrugged. "We can negotiate later."

 

The Doctor grinned mildly. "It is very hard to take the 'scavenger out of the scavenger'."

 

Saltis gave him a puzzled look for she honestly did not know what he was talking about.

Edited December 31, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

0.1

 

Wastelanders struggled or survived in a easier state of life or even thrived if they were lucky. Most Wastelanders were ghoulified-raddified to at least some extent including radhumans and animans. There were other humans who had come out of the more shallow ShelterVaults and other kind of bunker complexes or even the massive subway networks or artinatural Underworld. There were many layers, and networks, of underground spaces be they artificial, artinatural or natural.

 

Most Wastelanders had to use lotech such as bows, radhorse pulled wagons, handpumps, sailboats and much else of the kind with what ever midtech and even hitech that they could scavenge or trade or even manufacture.

 

Midtech was such as basic motor vehicles, motorised pumps, cased cartridge utilising guns and so forth.

 

Hitech was such as remoterobots, caseless cartridge utilising guns, energy guns, hover vehicles, basic computers and more of the same.

 

As for supertech it was just a fantasy for many except the many others who did not know of its existence. Supertech was advanced robotics, androids, synths, teleportation, even more sophisticated energy guns, and so forth.

 

None of the classifications were straight forwards as there were difficulties in classifying many items. Some more exotic items were known as exotech and then there was the mystery of ultratech.

Edited January 5, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

2.1

 

The hoodrobed man looked, from the distance, like a ghoulman but that was intentional though he was not such. His skin was pale and smooth, was not messed up from radghoulification, and his eyes were strange round pools of black with round white irises. In the growing darkness, crouching in a doorway, he examined the surprisingly still upright majestic structures of the NewWashington Grand Mall, the NWGM.

 

Very little moved except for some branches of mutated trees, gnarled and ugly but with some pale green to them. A radroach scuttled from shelter to shelter, moving fast for as big-tough as it was there were plenty out there who could-would kill and consume it.

 

Mind Voice: "Energy burst has now been fully analysed. The results indicate some kind of very advanced transport materialised in this area of roughly four square kilometres."

 

The PaleOneMan did not consider the information to be very useful for that area was filled with semiruins, ruins, and other left overs of Doomsday. He also assumed that such an advanced 'transport' would already be heavily disguised and in truth he was correct.

 

A group of shambling, seminaked or naked, leathery skinned radghouls made their way across a smartconcrete footbridge in the distance. A big, faded, 3Dsign spoke of the need for citizens to buy war bonds to support the war effort to stop the invasion of the United States of NewEarth, the USNE with its 13 Commonwealths and 5 Protectorates. A woman, in a typical civil issued housewife's kneedress, was proudly holding up a war bond card that she had paid for with her own savings that she had previously meant to spend on a new fancy dress.

 

The PaleOneMan did not understand humans and did not really want to but somehow he was there, alone, searching for some of those odd humanoids along with some other 'things'.

 

He was glad that he was extremely tough, powerful, and hard to damage let alone kill for that place was hazardous but, then again, he had been on worse worlds.

 

The odd figure set out again, hoping he would find some more of that delicious NukaCola Quantum that he saw as a true sign of real civilised achievement. It was very tasty and his body thrived on it. Perhaps humans were not so bad after all.

Edited December 31, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

0.2

 

The Black Widow, as an attractive red haired white woman in a rather tight black costume, moved through the big underground car park chamber now decorated with colourful murals. A big adorable version, of a mutthound, came and licked her hand in welcome.

The Black Widow scratched the, formerly savage, creature behind one ear. She noted that the adoptive father, of a sleepy Giggles, was sitting cross legged with the childlike behemoth's head in his lap. While he wore leather armour, she wore a great big version of an almost adorable girl's ballet costume.

With them were various companions, pet-companions, robots and androids. In the distance other followers were checking out an old atomic-electric vehicle for possible reuse, or safe disposal, of.

The Black Widow spoke. "Professor Mamathacan, I am glad to see that both Giggles and yourself are well. Does she know her real name?"

The massive, peaceful, behemoth nodded his big head. "She knows her name is Gloria but still prefers to be called 'Giggles' as she was when she was just a small child, a rather precocious infant with dreams of being a great ballerina."

The Black Widow responded. "I have continued to look for Giggle's parents now that evidence has arisen that they were ghoulified and that there is a good chance that they are ghoulmans instead of radghouls."

The Black Widow flicked her hair through the air in a semiconscious sexy manner. "I will remain here, with Giggles and yourself, along with your companions, if you will have me."

Uncle Leo nodded. "You are of course welcome but do remember to keep a safe distance if Giggles decides to have a dance."

She just smiled!

Edited January 6, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

3.1

 

The Doctor sat in the driver's cabin of the AFV, now looking beaten and grubby from the outside, as they moved slowly and steadily through the area. Some streets, laneways, and other areas had been cleared for travel by trade caravans, militia patrols, mercenaries, or others including others of any real organisation in numbers.

 

Yet it was mostly odd robots that did so in well armoured-armed teams. Nobody seemed to know who, what, directed them and since they appeared to be doing good for all, and were lethal to attackers but to nobody else, they were generally left alone. Even feral radghouls seemed to know better than to assault them.

 

"Radroaches, they mostly just run away unless they are near their nests or they are those glowing crazy ones that have drunk too much of that glowing NukaCola." The older teenage female sat in the passenger seat looking at a 3Dviewscreen, now and then switching the view from one 3Dcamera to another. "We hunt radroaches sometimes, never the glowing ones that are full of extra rads, and they are good for eating, if one is desperate, and body parts can be used for other things. CrazyJoe, the scavenger artist makes art stuff from them."

 

DocWho nodded. "What other common critters are out there like radroaches?"

 

Saltis shrugged. "Cockroaches, spiders, ants, all those sorts of things. Rabbits, radcats, radhounds, radcattle, two headed brahmins, radhorses, and more of those sort of things. Deathclaws, killclaws, wingclaws, gillclaws, and other things like them. Radants, radscorpions, radbees, and other radcritters. Butterflies, crows, pigeons, seagulls, wasps, and plenty else like those. Rogue robots, robots protecting certain areas, those strange robots doing good works, and robots used by people of all kinds. Radghouls, ghoulmans, radghoulers, ghoulbeasts, and things like those. Settlers, nomads, seminomads, scavengers, traders, gypsies, bandits, those horrible raiders that started to appear lately, militia, mercenaries, and those LawRegulators that started appearing lately also. Oh, yes, them LawRangers also. Then there is all that activity at the NewPentagon site where it is said that well armoured-armed strangers have begun to arrive from outside of the DCWastelands."

 

DocWho nodded. "It would be good to know about all those other 'things' that you mentioned."

 

Saltis frowned at him as if suspicious that he was making fun of her. "You aren't from around here, are you? You from one of those secured Domelands, or those Greenlands, or from one of those enclaves or even from one of those special vaults underground?"

 

He shook his head. "I am from space, from another world!"

 

She snorted. "Stop making fun of me!"

 

"No, its true! This armoured vehicle is a solid projection surrounding my true vehicle. The other items, though, are real enough." He smiled calmly at her for just a moment before returning to steering the vehicle. "I am a Timelord and I was sent here to help track down, and capture, a list of rogue criminal Timelords. I have companions in the real transport. We are considered to be rogues also but not criminals as long as we carry out paid for missions for the Timeguardians. Payments are in special goods-services and in currencies that we can spend in many parts of the universe."

 

Saltis looked sceptical. "You just look like an old guy with poor taste in clothing."

 

DocWho grinned mildly. "I think I look truly dapper and I am over 1,000 years old as you understand time. Perhaps it is time you met my granddaughter, Suzanne, the K9s, Dazanne and others, even other things. We travel through timespace though time travel is the trickier part of that."

 

3.2

 

Which was when a rocketgrenade struck the vehicle. The machine rocked a little, there was an explosion, but the AFV's defensive energy screens didn't even let the smartmetal armour be touched. The robotic turret responded, swivelling and noting the retreat of some gangers in their crude body-armour and colours; they had seemingly just wasted a rocketgrenade.

 

Saltis scowled. "Those are DCGougers so quick, kill them like you did those killclaws."

 

DocWho sighed. "Firstly, no killclaws were harmed, and secondly, I am not here to wage war on such fools. Are the DCgougers a bad gang?"

 

Saltis shrugged. "About middling bad but they broke territory rules by shooting with out warning."

 

The Timespacelord responded. "They may have spotted the light sparkling side effects of active force screens around the vehicle and that was a warning not to go any further. Which begs the question, why would they do so a thing? Surely even a rocketgrenade is valuable to them."

 

Saltis looked puzzled and said nothing.

Edited December 31, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

Note: the Rank Street Scavenger Faction (To be expanded-edited)

 

CrazyJoe: eccentric genius artisan-artist male radhuman

 

Hattie: blonde, buxom, motherly type female radhuman. Motherly to Rubin, Saltis, Others.

 

Juber: large packdog.

 

K9tron, local type robot based on Timelord K9 robots.

 

Rubin: red haired 17 year old scavenger male radhuman. Half brother to Saltis.

 

Saltis: red haired 18 year old scavenger radhuman. Half sister to Rubin.

 

Tannin: old 129 year old male scavenger radhuman.

 

Tinlegs: junkbot with four legs and other interesting features.

Edited December 28, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

4.1

 

The DCGouger's leader, a tall heavy muscular Kenneki, stood in mix-match body-armour holding a large bolt-cation piperifle that used medium sized smoothbore pipegun cartridges. He spoke to the Doctor in the same mishmash language that the scavengers had been using. His skin showed some patchwork effect such as effected a few radhumans.

 

"A local truce has been declared otherwise we would have stopped you to claim a toll. This time we stopped you to warn you something big-n-bad is happening just ahead of us, just where you were heading. Radghouls are moving in big numbers and in a big hurry but not to attack anything. They are running away from something and it takes a big threat to scare them creatures. I bet they are heading to the nearest exposed way to go down into the old monorail subway network-system."

 

The Doctor nodded. "We could give you valuable equipment-supplies in exchange for information. Stimpaks, medaway, radaway, radX, medX, MREs, purified water, tools, and so on."

 

Saltis frowned. "DocWho, you are terrible at negotiating."

 

DocWho smiled at her. "Information is always very important like where scavengers might find good loot to use, trade or even sell for good strong currencies."

 

The 18 year old redhead visibly relented. "That's true and is why scavengers rarely draw maps that might be captured."

 

Kenneki looked lukewarmly at Saltis. "You of the Rank Street Scavengers? They are part of the local treaty and they want all of their people to return to homebase."

 

Saltis shrugged. "My little group are on the edge of the bigger group."

 

The DCGouger shrugged. "Some woman, named Hattie, wants you at homebase ASAP."

 

Saltis nodded. "Okay, that's different! We better go homebase soon."

 

The Doctor nodded. "We will go there as soon as the exchange is made. I offer 100 each of stimpaks, radaway, medaway, medX and radX."

 

​The DCGouger snorted. "For that much we will give you the whole bloody encyclopaedia! If you want to know what threat is driving the radghouls before them, it is supermutants, a whole lot of supermutants. They might be coming from TechVault087, which is supposedly beneath the Lamplight Mountain where the Lamplight Caverns can be found. There is a first bit of information for you."

 

Saltis had informed the Doctor about supermutants that she called the 'big uglies' as did others. Big ugly meant not just their physical appearance but also their berserker like aggression. To many the aggression meant more than did the appearance for their were friendlier supermutants though they were a minority just as the smarter ones were.

 

Saltis shrugged. "I thought they might come from TechVault101."

 

The DCGouger shook his head. "That one is close to the settlement of Megaton that is centered in a big crater. It is also beneath a small mountain just as TechVault087 is; supposedly that was to make them safer from superweapons and harder to find. TechVault surface entrances are always disguised and otherwise hidden unlike ShelterVault entrances that have been much easier to find."

 

A strange roar went through the air, echoing and yet muffled by the ruins-semiruins.

 

Kenneki scowled. "That is a behemoth. Not only have I heard them before, I have helped to bring one down. This discussion is over for now. I can show you a place to conceal the vehicle because that behemoth is heading this way and he will not be alone."

Edited December 31, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

0.3

 

3Dog examined the growing heap, of electric toasters, with frustration. His joke, that his toaster was broken and he badly needed another, had badly backfired on him and people kept sending in toasters. Now he was having problems with his Galaxy News Radio broadcasts thanks to somebody unknown shooting his primary radio aerial. This meant he was having trouble asking Wastelanders to stop sending him so many toasters.

 

DJBot, a junkbot with mostly protectron type parts, was doing its best to mop the floor with mixed results.

 

MrDJ was busy sorting out holotapes, Audiotapes and videotapes of which audiotapes were easily most common of the hitech digital tape cassettes and cartridges.

 

3Kitty was smiling very warmly at him as she paused in her bib and bob coveralls beneath which she wore neither shirt or bra. "Benniman has been turning about half of the electric toasters into good tradegoods. Some of the toasters are even autorobotic luxuries that only PreDD well of folks could afford to buy."

 

3Dog smiled. "You keep dressing like that and my heart will suffer."

 

3Kitty smiled. "I am just hot, that's all, my sweet boyfriend. The air-conditioning network-system needs repairs and upgrades."

 

3Dog nodded. "Yes, I know your hot, sweetie but as far as the air-conditioning goes, it needs replacing. At least half of GNR-Tower needs to be replaced but I can not see it happening. At least the DCBoS outpost here has meant more resources spent here and we are more secure but we need new radio parts. We will repair-upgrade your robots."

 

Knight Scholar Alice Lyons entered the chamber being in power armour despite not being a trooper or guard. Steelguards protected the GNR DCBoS Outpost most often known as DCBoS GNR. Steelguards were oriented towards defending vital DCBoS facilities.

 

Sarah's older sister spoke. "Good news! Tech replacements arrived to fix up the radio aerial and to upgrade your 3Dradio studio in other ways. PrimeElder Owen Lyons, my father, agreed that Galaxy News Radio needs to broadcast not only on one channel but three. One will be for news and music, one will be for survival hints and music, while the last will be for anything else and music. We have some 120 music audiotapes for you to use. The DCBoS promised you that we will not interfere with your broadcasts in any way but we ill be broadcasting DCBoS Radio with our own news briefings and traditional music along with other things that we see fit to put on the air."

 

3Dog smiled. "We are most grateful for anything that you give us."

 

Alice examined the junkbot. "Clearly a complete overhaul for that one." Then she turned to 2Kitty. "Some more clothes for you for you seeming haven't enough to wear."

 

Then she coolly turned and left.

 

2Kitty thrust her chest out. "*censored*!"

 

3Dog shook his head. "No good getting into a fight with that one, sweetie, because she is wearing power armour and scholar, or not, she is a heavy duty combat veteran for sure. She also had a big nasty battlepistol holstered at her side along with a combat knife the size of a Roman shortsword. Come and sit on my lap; it will help you cool down."

 

So she did!

Edited January 8, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

5.1

 

It was the Doctor that convinced the gangers, and an assortment of others, to let the supermutants through. The big uglies were led by two massive behemoths armed each with massive clubs, along with halfway as massive hulkamoths, then half again big megamoths and big muscular human sized metamoths. The bigger they were, the fewer they were, and the dumber they were. Even the metamoths were not very smart. That was the general rule but there were important exception. Then there were big hulking massamoths used as pack animals and big savage mutthounds along with the bizarre tentacled zyclops.

 

Kenneki was clearly not happy. "They have oversized pipeguns, and crazy spiked body-armour, and big axes. Typical supermutants are armed with much more primitive weapons and rarely have body-armour. They are also moving with too much discipline for supermutants."

 

DocWho was crouched in the same space, a largely collapsed chamber overlooking a street along which the supermutant column was marching. "Some alien, psychic, entity is controlling them though not totally. The entity is too smart to try to do that or so I suspect. I can 'sense' that much but not its true nature or its deeper intentions. What lies in that direction?"

 

The DCGouger ran a hand through his dirty hair. "NewWashington GrandMall which is said to be full of treasures but also cursed secrets, bizarre threats, and... well, too many heavily armoured-armed expeditions have gone to its heart and have never returned. There are areas that are safer like in the Museum of Natural History where the ghoulmans have a sanctuary that they call Ghoultown. There is a large, former battleground, full of ditches, trenches, cutter-wire, craters, old warmachines, mines, turrets, rogue robots and the like. There are the DC Cryogenic Catacombs, the Memorials of Remembrance, the Congressional Archives, at least one TechVault, a big military bunker complex, a whole lot of big museums, libraries, art galleries and lots of other sites and features."

 

5.2

 

The Doctor smiled. "What are you really?"

 

The radhuman did not seem at all surprised by the Timelord's question and used it as an excuse to give yet more general information as previously requested. "LawRegulator as in one who deals with special, exotic, crimes despite the fact that the DCWastelands are pretty much lawless. The LawMarshals, and LawSheriffs, deal with general law in more settled areas. The DCMilitia deals with bigger, more organised threats but they are more like paramilitary than military in nature and they protect the more settled areas. No, its the LawRangers and we LawRegulators who go out into the rest of DC but the LawRangers deal with more general crimes."

 

The Doctor was obviously interested, focused. "Who supports you!"

 

"It is the New Hope Foundation, the NHF, but what it is I do not know. Nobody I know seems to either." The LawRegulator shrugged. "They send resources to us, sometimes. We are sent to certain coordinates and there they are, waiting for us."

 

The LawRegulator changed subjects. "We made a deal with the real DCGougers, a deal they couldn't refuse, and they left the area permanently. That is after we killed the leader, threatened them, and then rewarded them for leaving. In truth the ma were happy to go because of all the increasing troubles in this area. The leader was holding them back and was growing increasingly unpopular with his gangers. His death was most welcome and the former leader's lackeys were dealt with by the gang. They were pleased with what we gave them though we gave them no weapons or ammo. In truth they are only a middling bad gang."

 

The massive column kept moving down the street and when they learned, not long after, that it was only one of three such columns, they were rightfully very concerned. Other, disturbing, reports were to come not far after those ones.

Edited December 31, 2017 by Maharg67